Chapter 139 Extra 1·Sprouting

A morning in Yangon during the rainy season was interrupted by a sound of retching. Savika hurriedly opened the bathroom door and found Su Lixia hunched over the sink, retching violently.

"Stupid cat?!" He supported her limp body from behind, "Did you eat something bad?"

Su Lixia shook her head with a pale face, and pointed her trembling finger at the pregnancy test stick on the table. The two red marks were more shocking than any battle report.

Savika's palm subconsciously pressed against her still flat belly, her voice trembling slightly: "Is it... my child coming?"

When the doctor confirmed that Su Lixia was pregnant, Savika directly pulled out a gun and put it to his temple: "You'd better be sure!"

"Sir..." The doctor trembled as he handed over the ultrasound report, "It's already seven weeks..."

Savika stared at the blurry dot in the image for a long time, then suddenly picked up Su Lixia and started walking around in the clinic.

"My son!" His laughter shook the windowpanes. "I'm going to be a father!"

Su Lixia was dizzy from his shaking, and she clutched his collar tightly and said, "Put me down quickly..."

The next day, Savika held a wedding banquet in Yangon that was comparable to a royal celebration.

Ninety-nine monks chanted sutras and prayed around the mansion day and night, lotus lanterns carrying candlelight floated on the Irrawaddy River, Savika stood on the top of the Shwedagon Pagoda and threw gold foil, and fireworks continued over Yangon for several days.

"Are you crazy?" Su Lixia looked at the dazzling light in the sky, feeling both amused and helpless. "She's only seven weeks pregnant..."

"Of course, the whole world should celebrate the birth of my child." Savika framed the ultrasound photo in a pure gold frame, his eyes blazing. "When the baby is born, I'm going to have all the Buddhist temples in Myanmar ring their bells simultaneously, so that every inch of land can hear this good news."

When the news reached Bangkok, Mo Xiaohan was holding his son's hand while doing physical training. He snorted into the encrypted communicator: "Tsk, the whole of Southeast Asia knows about this."

Savika's arrogant laughter came from the other end of the communicator: "Mr. Mo, are you jealous?"

Ruan Xingchen approached with a bottle of milk and happened to hear this. She took the communicator and chuckled, "Savika, if you scare Xia Xia, I'll have Xiaohan cut off your arms supply to the west."

The communication stopped abruptly, and Ruan Xingchen shook his head helplessly.

"Actually, you're very happy, right?" She hugged Mo Xiaohan from behind, her cheek pressed against his back, and said with a smile, "Savika finally has a real home."

Mo Xiaohan turned around and hugged her in his arms, his chin lightly resting on the top of her head, and the corners of his cold and hard lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

However, this joy did not last long, as Savika's pregnancy-associated syndrome came unexpectedly.

"Damn... Ugh..." He lay in front of the sink with a pale face, his stomach cramping. "That kid is not even as big as a soybean and he dared to torment his father like this..."

Su Lixia patted his back and couldn't help laughing: "The doctor said it was a psychological pregnancy reaction..."

This strange morning sickness symptom started three days ago.

When he accompanied Su Lixia for a prenatal checkup, he smelled disinfectant and vomited everything in his stomach. After that, his morning sickness was even more severe than Su Lixia's.

Ruan Xingchen laughed until tears came out of her eyes over the communicator: "Xiaohan was just nervous at the time, but your reaction was quite unique."

Mo Xiaohan's cold snort came from off-camera: "The kid is not even as big as a peanut, and his father collapsed first."

"Mr. Mo," Savika gritted her teeth, clutching the vomit bag, "When your wife gets pregnant with her second child..."

"He didn't vomit when I was pregnant with little Tyrant." Ruan Xingchen smiled and raised his son's chubby little hand. "Isn't that right? Dad would just stare at the monitor all day, nervous as a sentry."

The days of pregnancy began to become particularly dramatic.

Savika felt sick at the greasy Burmese curry, so he rushed into the kitchen with a dharmakshi knife in hand, scaring the steward to flee across the yard; when he smelled the smoke from the military camp, he leaned against the wall and retched, forcing him to move the military meeting to the manor.

The sour plums sent by Ruan Xingchen from Bangkok became a life-saving straw. Savika even held one in her mouth while reviewing documents.

The adjutants and soldiers were so exhausted from trying to hold back their laughter that they injured themselves, and they even placed bets privately on whether their commander's morning sickness would last until delivery.

As a pregnant woman, Su Lixia, on the other hand, ate well, slept soundly, and felt safe and comfortable.

"This is outrageous..." He curled up in Su Lixia's arms, sweating profusely, his palms resting weakly on her bulging pregnant belly, "Wait until you come out... I have to..."

Before he could finish his words, he struggled to rush to the bathroom again.

This long "pregnancy tug-of-war" finally ushered in an unexpected turning point when the last box of sour plums was empty.

Late at night, Su Lixia was awakened by the movement of her baby and found Savika whispering to her belly: "Little bastard...if you dare to mess around again..."

Suddenly, his palm was lightly kicked, and Savika froze, all the bluffing and harsh words he had said were stuck in his throat.

The turmoil and embarrassment of the past few months were instantly washed away by the fresh vitality under his palm.

“…You’re awesome, you little bastard.” He muttered, his tone filled with helpless surrender and clumsy gentleness.

The next morning, his morning sickness miraculously healed.